Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.